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im.re appearance inlurUIt Kiu. Resolutionfl of condolence, cards of thanks, obitu- art., inotices of entertairnefts or othêr affata where an admittance charge lis publlshed, will be eharged at regular advertiutng rates. Fifteen yearsago th.ere came to the war- weary and despairing people of ail civil- ized lands the long awaited news that an, armistice had been signed tdCease -and hostilities in the world's. Firin g" greatest tragedy- brought to an end., "Cease firing" had been sounded over the battlefields andthe soldiers of ail the nations -involved. were resting on their arms. The war, so far as it entailed armed'conflict, was over, and ".Cease firing" had taken: its, place with that_ other great message. of peace, "A child was.'born in Bethlehem." For more than four years this command had been hoped for, longed for, prayed for. And when it was tardily given the people were moved to spontaneous out- bursts of joy and thanksgiving and grati- tude which found expressio9In in demonstra- tions of jubilation the like of which had neyer been known. The passing years have served only to deepen the sense of national obligation to the men of America 'whose military skill, superb courage and splendid physical powers contributed so much to final vic- tory. The regrettable thing is that' con- sideration for humanïty and for those temporal and spiritual values' that make nations great and powerful had nothinig to do with hastening the end. Itý came only: after the. fever 'of mnurder had burned, it-, self: out; after hatred had become im- potent; after millions of soldiers had been crucified upon the cross of war; after the last dollar had been spent and the 'rulers stood,,helpless in exhaustion. "Cease fir- ing" was the only comnmand. possible to. manship and hate give way to love; when nation shal extend to nation across the seas a helping hand instead of a mailed fist, and "man's inhumanity to man" be no longer a. blot upon. civiliz ation. *other experiment to brlng 'order out of chaos and prosperity out 'of poverty while greedy hands are reaching forth to gtasp the governmentai "ail-day suckers" in- tended to appease the impatient and pacify them for the delayed appearance of the 1romised mýiIlenniutn', it might. be well to pull ini ftue necks occasionally 'and drop the eyes to a, point. where local governments and activities may be brought within the ulne of vision. Lesser political units--state, conyand municipal-are important fac- t ors in oôur national life, often, of' greater import ance than. the national because their operations more intimnat.ely, affect- us. They alsoîve opportunîty for personial, partici- pation, helpful cooperation and, construc- tive influence* not afforded in the, ider scope of national affairs, and exercise of these 'privileges is the duty of every good Watch Washington, yes, where an in- tensely 'interesting' drama is being un- folded fromi day to day. But do not per- *mit it to completely distract attention fromn the business of government in the state, county, and you r own, municipality. Dr. 'Herman N. Bundesen, president of the'Chicago 'board of healtb, calîs atten-. tion to the insidious dangers resulting from the, breathing. of car- A Timely' bon monoxide. The warn- Wart*ing ing says. in part:, "Every year there is a needless loss çgf life due to carbon mion- oxide poisoning, which ils. caused, by in- haling the automobile exhaust gas con- taining. this dangerous substance. The breathing of this deadly gas is, undou.bt- edly, responsible for the cause -of acci-- dents on the highways. "At this time of' the year, with the ap- winaows, so tnat air wil flw in at tihe windshield and produce a slight pressure within the car, which in turn w~il force the air out ofthe side 'windows through the openings in the iower pa rt of the body' of the car whére leaks ordinariiy occur.', letter of thanks f rom former President Hoover. October 17. in appreciation of a poemn sent ta. Mr. and Mrs. Hoover on conclusion of their visit, to A 'Century of Progress.-Shore Lines Contrib. DEATH HATH NO. STING LIKE A WRIT-. ER'S QUILL-ShoreLines expresses indebtëdnes's- to The Publishers' AuXiliary for, the following:. i'DBTROIT-Recently there appeared. in the Clio. (MIch.). Messenger adeath notice, headed 'An 'Obit- uary: Uhusual, but Truc.' which -sald: "'Montrose Iost one, of Its former residents this week when Peter 'Leoflard died at the home of his: daug-hter In Flint. Pete was 'probabiy one of the worst old reprobates, that ever graced the streets of' Montrose. Aiways a trouble-maker without a good' Word for'man, woman or chiid, worde of truth prob- ably neyer passed from hie mouth for many of the fifty years of hisdepredationis on earth. tUnprincipled from thé Yeats that the writer knew hlm, meanneqs farsuirpassed any thought of .goodness that the aver- age person Would commând and exempiify. Me bas: passed on, and it I fot iikely that Montrose wiIi ever have another resident hie equl-at least, most people have their "moments of decency." May his sojourn in h-i be as lengthy as his cursed days on earth is the wish of hie many enemies.' "The publisher of the CIlo Messenger, Ralph GOu- lett, was formeriy -publisher of -the paper at Montrost- ..o u,doubterdl1y he. knew the deceased and whereof he speaks in the death notice Quoted abolie.", POETIC CYCLE '0F A DIZZY BARD (Or echoes of a headlong fail from a highchair while very young): REALISMS 'IN, RHYME. To you JPd be fidelis semper- But you have got one. awfuI temhper. T read and read ia othe îiight;ý Lost h'oûrs of siecp sa I could write;_ St rave for I4urels iterary- It's' a long way' YTo Tipperary. I olten envzy Ogden Nash' W'ho wurites' his verse ltin onents rash; Thouigh his 'words have waerts and frcckles, His ni usses" i t brin g hin s/hekels. 19*I g my "Pornes" frorn place to place- And ail they briing.,ieisdgrce Each editor dot/i s/a»9 tue door, Croaking,, "Neyer . .. nevermore." (That's aile Poe way 'ta get a rhymte, But Please jorgive the frui this titn e.) I aIways ta»tied ta go sailiig- Yes, when winds wvere wild and wailing; i longed ta sail the senrs at nigqht And thrill ta tang of keen delight; But -now I brot*se through this catu: boo/e .With a coup's contented looke. Dry-land conf art fits ime right- 'Sailnrs wueazr their paitts too' tight.. THE AWAKENING W'hy iail this rhythm, piffle, sham t- Lii e's a song and liie's a slam. Write your verse the bcsi you knout- Tken turn 'round and sàjtly go.